Love Slave Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

When you're pulled over, I don't know what you want from me like a cow whose nose is poked, I always do what you ask
I also wonder why I change when you approach me or vice versa
Nothing wrong with the Youth having such a slogan because of the fact that it happened to me
Sometimes my emotions are unstable, my speech is often slurred and I don't love myself even though it seems strange when looking in the mirror that always whispers softly

It's been this old I feel awkward
I don't know what it's called, I don't even know. to hell with Love
Because nothing I get from you is the form of authentic love
He said love is never hope but where is that hope I don't even receive from you